Those Things'll Kill Ya...
“So here I sit in my lonely room, looking for my sunshine, but all I’ve got is two cigarettes and this broken heart of mine.”
17 Days, by Prince
17 Days, by Prince
All the lyrics from my daily outgoing voicemail messages, so you don't have to call me every day. So please don't call me every day. Seriously.
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